Grace made her way down his chest, finding new spots for her lips to tease and tingle. Watching her work, Stephen couldn't help but thank his lucky stars. Not just to finally be right on the cusp of losing his virginity, but to be having this experience with someone like Grace. Someone who would could easily see himself falling head over heels in love with.

As she reached his jeans, Grace slipped her hand behind the waistband. "May I, Master?"

"Of course," he mumbled, too speechless to think of correcting her at this point. Plus, due to the situation, he found it kind of s.e.xy.

"Goodie" she said, brightly, as her deft fingers made quick work of the b.u.t.ton and zipper. She wrapped both hands around his waist, pulling down in one good tugging motion. Stephen was only left in his boxers, yet with his prominent erection, they were stretched to capacity.

"Is that for me?" Grace breathed heavily, pointing to his c.o.c.k.

Stephen nodded, holding his hands to his sides and waiting for her move.

"I can't wait to see it," she said, while her hands slipped under the band on either side. In one smooth motion, his boxers were down to his feet, leaving himself completely exposed to her.

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If Stephen thought that he was seized up before, it was now Grace's turn. Her mouth dropped slightly, and her eyes maintained a laser focus on his c.o.c.k. She bit her lip again, a habit that Stephen found extremely s.e.xy. Slowly, her hand moved closer, before grasping him firmly and giving several quick strokes.

"Good heavens, Stephen. You have a perfect c.o.c.k!" It wasn't long before she dropped down to her knees carefully, having his entire length right in front of her face.

"You really like it?" He asked, feeling somewhat relieved. Being a man who had played enough sports, and seen enough p.o.r.n in his time, he knew his c.o.c.k was only average size, and really not that impressive. Yet the look in her eyes, the fascination that she had for his phallus spoke volumes of her true impression.

"I love it," she whispered, never taking her eyes off his length. Her hand began to stroke, slowly at first, getting her first feel for his member. He almost needed to sit down as she began to stroke harder, putting more effort into the task. Yet what she did next caught him off guard.